A Lenten Instagram challenge!

As some of you know, a few of my fellow YA authors from the Catholic Writers Guild have banded together to form a group on Facebook. You can find us here if you want to learn more about Books for Catholic Teens. We also have a Pinterest board and an Instagram account.

If you’re on Instagram, join us for a fun Lenten daily challenge. Every day in Lent, we’ll be posting pics based on the theme for the day. For example, on Ash Wednesday, we’ll be posting pictures of our ashes. The next day we’ll share pics of whatever we hope to read for Lent and so on.

If you want to participate, start by sharing the following pic on Instagram. Use the hashtags #Lent2016 and #Lentathon. Tag @books_for_Catholic_teens and we’ll follow you back. Then each day post your pic for that day’s theme!

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The Greatest Gift My Mother Ever Gave Me

The wise men may have given Jesus gold, frankincense, and myrrh, but those gifts are nothing compared to what my mother gave me.

The wise men may have brought Jesus gold, frankincense, and myrrh. But those were nothing compared to what my mother gave me.

On the morning of my mother’s funeral, I awoke before my alarm went off. That wasn’t too surprising. It had been kind of hard to sleep in those final days of Mom’s life. When you know someone you love might not make it through the night, it’s kind of hard to get the mind to shut off. Even the few nights between her passing and the funeral Mass were a little restless.

As I lay in bed, waiting for the alarm clock to tell me I absolutely must get up and shower, I marveled a bit at the fact that I wasn’t a sobbing heap. We were about to bury my mother that day. Why wasn’t I a puddle of tears?

Don’t get me wrong. I had done plenty of crying in the months, weeks, and days leading up to her death. And I had wept in the early morning hours when my brother called to tell me she had just passed. And another hour or so later, I wept at her bedside with my brothers and my father nearby.

Tears had definitely been shed, but on that morning of her funeral, I was remarkably calm. Sad still, but calm. Why wasn’t I sobbing hysterically, liked I’d always imagined I would do when losing a parent?

With my head still on my pillow, I searched for an answer. What could possibly have made this grieving less horrendous? And then the thought occurred to me: Maybe I was calm because I knew my mom was at peace–and not just as in no longer in pain, but that she was in heaven. There was no doubt in my mind she was with God. How could she not be? I mean, seriously, if my faith-filled, loving mother didn’t make it into heaven, I dare say we all have reason to worry.

At that moment, I realized what a gift my mother had given me. She had lived a life full of faith. She had taught me to love God and to always try to do His will. She did this mostly by example. Simply by being what Mathew Kelly would call “the best version of herself,” (in other words, by trying to live a holy life), my mother gave me a great gift. The gift of peace at the time of her death. The gift of knowing she would find happiness in heaven. So that on the morning of her funeral, I didn’t have to worry about what had happened to Mom. I knew she was in good hands. The best of hands. Jesus’s hands.

“It’s the greatest gift she ever gave me,” I said aloud. No one was there to hear me. But I think maybe Mom heard me.

A few weeks later, I had another birthday (funny, how those little stinkers sneak up on you every year!), and I realized that I would never again receive a birthday present or a Christmas present from my mother. But that’s okay. She’d already given me the greatest gift a mom could give a daughter, just by being herself.

Thanks, Mom!

Angelhood Available on Audible!

Have you heard the news?

Angelhood is now available on Audible!

If you like to listen to books, you can now listen to an amazing recording of Angelhood. Voice-over artist Kaitlyn Radel does an amazing job of bringing seventeen-year-old guardian angel Nanette to life. Click on over to listen to a sample of her superb narration.

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Mi Piace, Mi Gusta – Day 1: Sona a Casa

Welcome to “Mi Piace, Mi Gusta”! (Mi Piace is Italian for “I like” and Mi Gusta is the same in Spanish.)

Well, this trip started out with a whimper. On the way to the airport, I got a call from my friend Katie, who was already there. Our flights (ORD to PHL, PHL to FCO/Rome) were both cancelled. They had been fine an hour earlier when I’d checked online at home.

Some polite begging at the desk got us transferred to another airline with a direct flight to Rome. The only problem is that we were seven hours early for that flight. Oh well, we’ll eat a meal (or two) at the airport. Our new flight was scheduled to leave at 6:20, but we soon found out it was delayed and wouldn’t leave until after 10:00.

The funniest thing that happened at the airport occurred as we were going through security. Katie had wanted to bring some peanut butter for her lunches. They don’t have peanut butter in Italy (a fact that truly worries peanut butter lovers like Katie, me, and Cardinal Dolan). When Katie ran out of room in her luggage, she stuck it in her carry-on. Yeah, guess what counts as a “liquid”? Peanut butter! Out went the brand-new, still-sealed jar at the security point! Katie invited the security guard to eat it himself, but he said he couldn’t.

After nearly 12 hours at the airport, we left on our direct flight. Apparently, there had been a fire at the international terminal in Rome back in May, but they are still recovering. When we landed at four this afternoon, the employees at Terminal 3 at Fiumicino were all wearing gas masks.

Using my landlady’s advice from last year, we took a coach bus into the city. From there, we walked several blocks to Katie’s apartment, which she is sharing with two Brits. Only one of whom was at the apartment already. We chatted with her for a bit (she seems lovely), and then headed over to my apartment, which is 7-8 blocks away.

My landlady was very happy to see me again. Like real Italians, we kissed each other on the cheek. She even insisted on the same with Katie. Then she made us coffee, and we chatted as best we could. Katie speaks Spanish, and apparently so does my landlady, so we had an interesting tri-lingual conversation. Mostly Italian with some Spanish from Katie, and a little English between me and Katie.

My landlady had some funny stories to tell us about a previous tenant who didn’t seem to ever use to shower, and kept mistakenly using the bidet as a toilet even though she was left messages in Italian, English, and her native language not to do so. Ha!

Katie and I enjoyed a nice pasta dinner, ate some gelato at one of my favorite gelato places (Old Bridge), and then sat for a bit in front of St. Peter’s. Tomorrow we head off to class. I will have to take a test to see what class they put me in. Katie will go in the beginner’s class.

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Sono a casa. I am home.

The thought that keeps  running through my mind is that I can’t believe I am really here. Last year, on my last night in Rome, I spent a long time in front of St. Peter’s praying that I would one day come back. Who knew that it would be so soon! Grazie a Dio! Thanks be to God I am back!

A domani!

 

 

Blog Tour Stop #1

The Angelhood blog tour has begun! Stop by Ginny Marie’s blog Lemon Drop Pie to see what she had to say after reading my book.

Here’s a sampling of her review: “Cattapan deftly weaves Nanette’s story into despair and back into the light; it is a story that will capture your imagination and keep it captive until the very end.”

Click here to read the rest.

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Gotta Guatemala Days 7 and 8

Day 7:

This morning we left our hotel in Antigua and took a short bus drive to a coffee plantation.

imageVeronica took us through the whole coffee-producing process, which is a lot like the chocolate-making process–at least in the early stages with the roasting and shelling.

Two interesting things I learned:

1. The coffee bean is actually red when it’s ripe. When it’s green, it’s not ripe yet. The inside of the bean is a pale parchment color. This outer skin is shelled. Then the inner most part of the bean is roasted until it’s that brown color we’re used to.

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2. It takes one whole coffee tree to make one pound of coffee!

3. One pound of coffee used to make 40 cups of coffee in America, but thanks to Starbucks, we’ve grown a taste for darker, richer coffee, so now one pound of coffee only makes 32 cups of coffee in America. In Europe, they only get about 15 cups of coffee out of one pound.

They have to keep changing this display based on our changing taste in coffee.

They have to keep changing this display based on our changing taste in coffee.

On the same site as the coffee plantation is a museum for the music native to this land. The Maya used turtle shells and seashells to make music. They also had wood and percussion instruments, but there were no string instruments until the Spanish colonists arrived.

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We had a yummy lunch with a Guatemalan stew, vegetables, stuffed peppers and fresh guacamole and tortillas on the plantation/museum grounds. Then three native men performed traditional songs on instruments they made themselves because to be a musician here means to make your own instrument.

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We had a little time to shop and then headed back on the bus for a three-hour ride to Lake Atitlan. This lake is kind of the Lake Como of Guatemala. Our hotel is right on the lake, which is surrounded by mountains. We arrived in time to take a little stroll through the gorgeous botanical garden that is on the hotel’s property before we had dinner.

Day 8:

This morning we got to sleep in. That meant we had more time to observe the amazing birds and gardens at the hotel.

imageThen I walked down to the dock to take a photo of the helipads that the hotel has. After I took the photo, I turned toward the lake and spotted a helicopter flying over it. Suddenly, I realized it was probably headed right toward me! I mean, how manny helipads could there be on this lake? I ran back down the dock and got far enough away to take a couple photos, but I could feel the breeze from those helicopter blades.

Helicopter landing at hotel

Helicopter landing at hotel

A short bus drive after breakfast took us to the town of Panajachel. We had three hours here to shop. All the shops were mainly on the same main street, and it’s exactly what you’d expect a town of indigenous people to be like. Lots of stalls with natives in their brilliantly colored and intricately woven clothes, some of whom follow you down the street trying to make a deal with you. I bought a few small things (including some things I’ll use as giveaways. Watch my Facebook page for details.)

At 12:30, we headed back to the hotel for a delicious lunch of traditional Guatemalan food.

We had the afternoon at leisure. My friend decided to go swimming at the hotel pool (no surprise to those who know her). I went with two other ladies in our group to go ziplining. It was my first time. We had to walk a ways down the street from the hotel. I thought it might be in the nature preserve, but my two companions thought it was fuather down the road. Long story short, it was in the nature preserve. When we got there, it was 2:00. The girl at the counter, who spoke only a little English, said that the next tour was at 3:00. There were two courses: the long and the short one. One of the women I was with had already been ziplining and had done a short course, so we decided on the long.

The girl told us that there was a half-hour walk up to the long course. We decided to start our trek right away to give us plenty of time to find it. So we started climbing up the jungle terrain of the mountain side. Soon we came across a suspension bridge.

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Feeling like “Indiana Jane” here.

Then another suspension bridge.

Really long suspension bridge!

Then another one. Then a huge waterfall. Then another suspension bridge. Around the fifth suspension bridge, I said, “This really is my Indiana Jones vacation.”

After almost a half hour, we found we had traveled in a circle. We headed back to a spot where they had a bathroom and a reception desk. The guy behind this counter didn’t speak much English either. He said something about the butterflies and pointed to the left. So we followed a path marked by a butterfly sign This brought us to .. . a butterfly garden. Did we need to walk through it? It turns out that brought us in a circle, too!

So we headed back to the guy at the reception desk. It was now about 2:35. How would we make it to the meeting point by 3:00? Turns out we were already at the meeting point. We think the guy was just suggesting we visit the butterflies to help pass the time while we wait. But we were so determined to get to the meeting point, we never even took pictures of the butterflies!

Finally, we met our tour guides. They helped us put on our gear and then do a short (20 feet) practice cable, so we could practice stopping. I didn’t stop fast enough and was told to pull down harder on the brake.

The practice finished, we began to climb up the mountain. Right back up the path we had been on with the suspension bridges and the giant waterfall! One of our group members was suffering from asthma, so we had to stop periodically. I was worried for a bit that she wouldn’t make it, but eventually (after over an hour of climbing) we made it to the top. There were six of us doing the long course: my two new friends, myself, and three young people on a mission trip.

We had seven lines to zip down. The first was fairly short, but still felt kind of long to me. I was okay getting started, but as soon as the treetops dropped away from below me, and I was flying over the canyon, I thought, “What am I doing?” But before long, I made it safely to the stop.

Then we hiked up a bit more. Now we were going to be on a long cable. This was very high up on the mountain, and the cable went over a very steep part of the valley. Almost immediately, I was out in the open. It was very windy up there, and I began to flow sideways. My feet were pushed toward the lake, and I was nearly perpendicular to the cable line. Finally, I could see the tour guide at the end of the line. We were told to hit the break when we saw him wave his red flag. Was he waving it now? Remembering how I hadn’t braked hard enough in the practice run, I began to put on the brake, but I was slowing down and still had a long way to go. I released the brake. Before long, I stopped moving. Completely stopped. Right over the canyon, which was hundreds of feet below me.

I looked toward the guide. He was still 200 feet from me. How was I going to make it the remaining 200 feet to the ledge? Did this happen to other people? I tried to remain calm. Surely, there had to be a way to get down. I used my gloved hands to start pushing myself along while trying not to think about the fact that there was nothing below me for hundreds of feet. Before I could get far, the guide at the end came zipping toward me. I don’t know how he did it, but he got to me, hooked us together, and brought us back to the landing.

The next couple of people made it all the way. But the next guy, who had a horrible fear of heights, got stuck out even further than I did! Back out went our tour guide to rescue him.

This is the other guy getting rescued. Obviously, I don't have a photo if my own rescue. :)

This is the other guy getting rescued. Obviously, I don’t have a photo of my own rescue. 🙂

The third cable was even longer than the second, but it was at more of an incline, so it went faster. Again the wind pushed my feet toward the lake, and I had to hold my hands far enough away from the cable to avoid my arms getting burned. I made it almost all the way to the end of this one. Luckily, there was enough ground coverage for the finally forty feet or so, so the guide only had to run out and grab my legs to pull me the rest of the way.

After that, all the other cables (there were four more) were short and easy. Most of those had us flying through trees, so they were less scary than the first three, which had us flying over the valley below us. In fact, by the time I finished the fourth line, I was feeling like a pro. I got my brake timing down perfectly and was able to stop right where I needed to. I was actually sad when we finished the last one.

At the end of the lines was an optional, short ropes course, which I did, but my two friends from the tour skipped.

We came back to the hotel victorious (with diplomas!) with almost an hour to spare before dinner.

One last day of adventure tomorrow and then the journey home.

New Headshot chosen!

Thanks to all who voted to help me pick a new headshot! I would have been staring at them for days if it hadn’t been for your votes. As my sisters-in-law like to say, I would’ve been suffering from Cattapanalysis Paralysis (the state in which a Cattapan over-analyzes so much that he or she becomes paralyzed and can’t make a decision).

And the winner (with 40% of the vote) is . . . .

Headshot K!

Headshot K

Headshot K

 

Not too far behind it was the very similar Headshot J (with 20% of the vote).

Headshot J

Headshot J

The next closest was Headshot D, which is rather nice, too. I may use this as an alternate photo.

Headshot D

Headshot D

Thanks again to all who voted!

Help me pick a headshot!

In getting ready for my book release, I had some new headshots taken last month at Popio Stumpf Photography. Chris Popio did such an awesome job that I’m having trouble choosing. Can you help me pick a headshot to use for my book and social media? I got it narrowed down from 300 shots to 12 for you! 🙂

Headshot A

Headshot A

Headshot B

Headshot B

Headshot C

Headshot C

Headshot D

Headshot D

Headshot E

Headshot E

Headshot F

Headshot F

Headshot G

Headshot G